The doorbell rang like a death call, but the two people in the room had no intention of moving their buttocks, their eyes were fixed on the screen in front of them, and they were engaged in a not too intense competition.
One of them was cursing: "What kind of props did you use, how could you catch up so quickly, crap, crap, is my remote control broken!"
Another voice was careless: "What kind of props, your cornering skills are too weak, I want to overtake."
"Fuck...don't overtake me, let me win, Yang Xuan!"
Yang Xuan acted as if he had never heard of it, and passed by without blinking his eyes: "Playing a game on the sofa will make you fall apart, and your mobile phone rang."
"I... day..." Feng Bo squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, leaned over to take the phone from the coffee table, and said in a bad mood, "Hey, who is it?!" The next second his tone took a 180-degree turn : "Oh, oh, Uncle Yang, is it true that Yang Xuan is at my house... ah, you were knocking on the door just now, I'll open it for you now, I'll open it for you now!"
Feng Bo turned his face and mouthed to Yang Xuan—"Your father!" Then he looked down for slippers all over the floor. Yang Xuan kicked one to him, and he put it on, but couldn't find the second one, so he had to tiptoe to open the door with his left foot.
"Uncle Yang, I'm sorry, Yang Xuan and I were discussing homework just now. The argument was a bit heated. I didn't hear the doorbell ring. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Yang Chengchuan looked at Feng Bo, who had a playful smile in front of him, and sighed: "If you two can discuss homework one day, it will be the eighth wonder of the world—Yang Xuan, stop playing and come home with me!"
Yang Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids, he opened a new game and started to play: "Which family is it?"
Yang Chengchuan couldn't hold back his face, and said with a bad face: "Come out quickly, your aunt and your brother are here for the first time today, don't always be so ignorant."
Yang Xuan stared at the screen expressionlessly: "I don't have an aunt or brother, that's not my home."
"You—" Yang Chengchuan pushed the door in angrily, pulled Yang Xuan's arm and pulled it out, "If you want to show you a good face, you will put your face on your face. I came here to pick you up, not to discuss with you!"
Impatiently, Yang Xuan flicked his arm, shook off Yang Chengchuan's hand that was holding him, then threw the remote control aside, stood up and looked at Yang Chengchuan. He is half a head taller than Yang Chengchuan, and his frame is strong and tall. Although his muscles are not so obvious because he has been jointed too quickly in the past two years, he is even taller than his father in terms of momentum just by punching that way. cut.
Yang Chengchuan forced his father's majesty, pulled his arm again, frowned and said: "Why, you still want to fight with me? Go home, hurry up!"
Feng Bo was too frightened to make a sound, and stood timidly by the door, winking at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan turned a blind eye to it, shook off Yang Chengchuan's hand again, bent down to pick up the coat that was on the side, and went out ahead of him: "Okay, come back as soon as you come back, what does it mean to put your nose on your face, I can demonstrate it to you personally .”
Seeing the father and son, who were at odds with each other, walk out the door, Feng Bo shrank his neck and stammered, "Uncle, Uncle, come again..."
Yang Xuan put on his coat while walking, walked straight to the black car parked downstairs, opened the rear door, and sat in.
Yang Chengchuan got in the car, and gave him a seat belt while training him: "There is still half a semester until the third year of high school, and I run around the street with the identity of a sports student every day. You don't think it's embarrassing, but I don't..."
"It's just a matter of changing your son to give you a long face." Yang Xuan choked on him, pulled up his hat, leaned his head on the back of the car seat and pretended to be asleep.
Yang Chengchuan's face was not very good-looking, and he tried his best to suppress his anger and said: "Xiaoxuan, your mother is gone, I don't feel better than you, but it's been two years, you should be sensible, people can't always live in the past , you have to learn to grow..."
"Grow up like you?" Yang Xuan smiled with his eyes closed, and mockingly said, "You don't have to place such high hopes on me, I can't."
***
Tang Junhe sat at the dining table, looking at the room with some curiosity. This is not the room he came to ten years ago, it looks very strange. The house with four bedrooms and two living rooms is not very tidy, it can be seen that it has been tidied up temporarily to support the scene.
More than an hour ago, Yang Chengchuan took him and Tang Xiaonian to visit each room - except for Yang Xuan's room which was locked tightly, no one could get in.
His mother, Tang Xiaonian, has quickly adapted to her new identity in just over an hour, busying herself in the kitchen, acting like the hostess of the house.
Tang Junhe didn't know what ecstasy soup Yang Chengchuan gave his mother to make Tang Xiaonian suddenly change his mind after scolding him for more than ten years, and marry him willingly.
"I'm getting married." At the dinner table that night, Tang Xiaonian calmly announced the news to Tang Junhe. Her tone sounded like she was just stating the facts, not asking for Tang Junhe's opinion.
Tang Junhe froze for a moment, then asked, "With whom?"
"Your biological father," Tang Xiaonian said, "Yang Chengchuan."
Although the fact that "Yang Chengchuan is Tang Junhe's biological father" was tacitly shared between the mother and son, Tang Xiaonian had never explicitly mentioned it in front of Tang Junhe in more than ten years. This was the first time.
"Why?" Tang Junhe asked again, he really didn't understand.
"There is no reason. His wife died two years ago. He came to propose to me two months ago, and I agreed." Tang Xiaonian stretched out his hand and brushed his hair behind his ear, "It's an adult's business, you are a child. Don't worry about it."
"I don't agree." Tang Junhe looked at his mother.
"I didn't ask you to agree," Tang Xiaonian tapped the edge of the plate with his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat."
Tang Xiaonian has always been very stubborn, the kind of stubbornness that says nothing. More than ten years ago, she took the initiative to give birth to Tang Junhe without discussing it with anyone. At that time, she was pregnant and brought supplements bought from the city back to the village to visit her mother. After rushing out, she bent down with difficulty, picked up the scattered things back into the bag, put them at her mother's door, and returned back the same way with a big belly.
More than ten years later, she married Yang Chengchuan who betrayed her back then on her own initiative, and she still didn't plan to discuss it with anyone, not even listening to the opinion of her precious son in her palm.
Everyone said that Tang Junhe was like Tang Xiaonian, both in looks and personality, even the stubbornness in his body was exactly the same.
Because of the announcement of this news, the relationship between mother and child suddenly became a little strange, as if a barrier had been squeezed into it. But no one tried to pierce the diaphragm.
Tang Junhe looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, and even thought a little darkly, maybe his mother had imagined this scene countless times. After waiting for more than ten years to get through the door, now that the dream has come true, it is natural to be able to do it with ease.
Tang Junhe doesn't like this place, doesn't like that Yang Chengchuan, and doesn't like this Tang Xiaonian who has a new identity.
He was just a little curious about Yang Xuan. He didn't know what that elder brother who looked like a little model since childhood looked like now. But the headache is that Yang Xuan probably doesn't welcome him and Tang Xiaonian...
Tang Xiaonian showed her peak culinary skills, and completed four dishes and one soup in just over an hour.
"Come here and serve the food!" Tang Xiaonian yelled from the kitchen, and when Tang Junhe entered the kitchen, she asked again, "Haven't you come back yet? It took so long to pick someone up, your dad—"
Tang Junhe picked up the plate and left, saying: "I don't have a father."
Tang Xiaonian was caught off guard and interrupted, not only didn't get angry, but smiled lightly, she stood in a daze for a moment, then took her chopsticks and walked towards the living room: "Forget it, don't bark if you don't like it. "She looked up at the wall clock on the wall, "It's almost 1 o'clock, are you hungry, put some in a small bowl for you, you eat first?"
"Not hungry." Tang Junhe said so, Tang Xiaonian still brought a small bowl from the kitchen, and said to himself while picking up vegetables, "You just need to be more polite to them, especially your brother, I heard from Yang Chengchuan that his grades are not good and he always fights. Before that, he entered the police station because of the fights and was almost detained... He will not be happy if we live in like this. I plan to discuss it with Yang Chengchuan. Let's see if we can let him live on campus, so that we can be more comfortable, and he can be more comfortable... "
"I told you I'm not hungry." Tang Junhe interrupted her in a low voice, then said after a pause, "This is his house, and I will live on campus if I want to live."
"You thought it was when you were young," Tang Xiaonian sighed, "Don't be so big-hearted, no one can tell what he thinks of us."
"Then you shouldn't have sent me here back then, and you shouldn't have married me now." Tang Junhe said coldly.
"I didn't do that for your own good back then—" Tang Xiaonian raised his voice reflexively, and then turned off the ignition automatically, "Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you, just remember, what's going on now It was supposed to be yours, but it was a little late. You can eat these first, and I will clean up the kitchen." After speaking, he put the small bowl in front of Tang Junhe, turned and entered the kitchen.
I don't know if it's because I'm hungry or in a bad mood, but Tang Junhe has no appetite at all for this table of fairly sumptuous dishes.
He didn't understand why Tang Xiaonian had to marry here. They both had a good life before, but they decided to move here to see people's faces... No need to guess what Yang Xuan would think of them, Xiaosan, and Xiaosan's son, Who is to blame, this is well deserved.
Tang Junhe picked up his chopsticks, intending to finish his meal early, and then he could leave early in a while—if you think about it, you will know how embarrassing the next scene will be.
***
The door was kicked open, the force was not heavy, but the kick contained a lot of emotions.
Tang Junhe raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw that person—to be precise, it should be the boy—leaning against the door frame, looking at himself inexplicably, so he looked back without showing any timidity.
The man was tall and thin, he looked about 1.8 meters tall, and he didn't look very strong. In the cold winter, he only wore a thin black cotton coat, which wrapped the vigorously growing bones underneath. The chill seemed to be able to penetrate through a distance of several meters.
His eye sockets were slightly deep, and there seemed to be sharp icicles in his eyes when he looked over, he opened his mouth after looking at him enough, and said without a tone: "Long time no see."
Tang Junhe just looked at him expressionlessly and didn't respond.
The man pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled—it wasn't a kind smile, then he straightened up from the door frame, walked to his room, unlocked it, and then closed the door again.
Yang Chengchuan walked in immediately, took off his coat and hung it on the coat hook on one side, and said to Tang Junhe, "Is Junhe hungry? Come, let's eat, hey? Where is Yang Xuan? Didn't he come up first? "
Before Tang Junhe opened his mouth, there were several "bang bang bang" noises from the room over there. Yang Chengchuan frowned, walked towards Yang Xuan's room, first twisted the doorknob twice and tried to open the door, but failed. He knocked on the door twice and said, "Yang Xuan, come out for dinner."
There was no response from inside, and there were continuous "bang bang" sounds, as if the house was being demolished.
At this moment, Tang Xiaonian heard the sound outside, quickly rinsed the spatula in his hand, wiped his hands and came out, and said to Yang Chengchuan, "You're back? Where's Xiaoxuan?"
Yang Chengchuan didn't answer, and began to scold Yang Xuan through the door, but he still said a few words: "Auntie and brother are here, you should be sensible, let's put everything else aside, and we can talk about it after we come out for a meal."
Tang Xiaonian, the newly appointed hostess, showed a little restraint at this moment, stood there for a moment of hesitation, and then stepped forward and echoed, "Xiaoxuan, Auntie made something delicious for you, come out and taste it. "
Tang Junhe glanced over there, picked up the chopsticks and started eating the dishes in the small bowl.
The tightly closed door was suddenly pulled open, startling Tang Xiaonian who was hesitating to knock on the door, and subconsciously took a step back, looking up at the unfriendly expression in front of him who was more than a head taller than him. boy.
Yang Xuan's eyes quickly scanned the two of them a few times, then fell on Yang Chengchuan's face, and said, "There is room for you, you can place it as you like." After speaking, he dragged the trolley case and walked towards the gate.
Yang Chengchuan followed him, trying to drag him back, but he couldn't catch him, so he had to run downstairs after him.
Tang Xiaonian walked to the dining table and sat down, maybe a little scared, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You see, it seems like I have a grudge against me, and I don't owe him anything. The face of the robbed will see what is being robbed."
These words were meant for Tang Junhe, but Tang Junhe's left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he didn't go into his head. He still hasn't been able to fully connect Yang Xuan with the rebellious boy just now. Yang Xuan is obviously the one with the hair standing up, who looks like a little model, who always calls him "brother" and likes to tease him Covering his bear child.
Seeing that he was absent-minded, Tang Xiaonian warned again: "Tell you to stay away from him, do you hear me?"
Tang Junhe lowered his head while eating and said perfunctorily, "Got it."
After a few minutes, Yang Chengchuan came up by himself, his expression looked a little annoyed, he sat down at the dining table with a frown and said, "Leave him alone, let's eat," as he said, he put a chopstick in Tang Junhe's bowl , "Come on Junhe, eat more."
Tang Junhe put down his chopsticks and said politely: "Thank you Uncle Yang, I'm full, I'm going to clean up the room first."
Before Yang Chengchuan could retract his hand, he froze in mid-air in embarrassment.
Tang Xiaonian reached out and pulled Tang Junhe's arm, and said, "You're full after just a few bites, eat more."
Tang Junhe got up and said, "I'm really full." Then he turned and went back to his room, and locked the door from the inside.
"He's just like this, ignorant, and I've been spoiled by me since he was a child." Tang Xiaonian smiled at Yang Chengchuan, with no sign of reproach on his face.
"Don't blame the child, blame me," Yang Chengchuan put vegetables into Tang Xiaonian's bowl, "It's all retribution, I deserve it."
Tang Xiaonian bit his chopsticks and remained silent.
As soon as he entered the door, Tang Junhe fell on the bed with his head up, reached out and took the pillow beside him to cover his face.
Want to get out of here, right now, right now.
Irritable, irritable at the slightest point, I don't want to listen to Yang Chengchuan, and I don't want to listen to Tang Xiaonian.
He got up and opened the window, and the howling north wind blew in violently, blowing away the warmth in the room in an instant, and only then did he feel the breath that was blocked in his chest ease.
Tang Junhe just lay there, letting the north wind of minus eight degrees blow him down.
In fact, he doesn't miss his old home at all, the dark corridors, the aluminum alloy windows that leak air on all sides, the neighbors who talk sarcasticly, and the soundproofing where you can hear the sound of bed calls from three floors away, all of them are extremely annoying. But that didn't stop him from hating it just as much.
***
Feng Bo was practicing cornering skills with the game console at home, when there was a knock on the door, he knew it was Yang Xuan, only Yang Xuan didn't like to ring the doorbell. He put down the remote control to open the door, and said in surprise, "You're back so soon?"
"I'm just going to get my luggage. I guess I'll be staying at your house for a few more days." Yang Xuan pulled off his hat and brushed his hair casually.
"Shut it up!" Feng Bo said in a repeated voice, "It happens that my father doesn't love my mother or love me, and I stay alone in the empty room with no one to accompany me." He took Yang Xuan's suitcase, only to find that he had lunch in his hand , shouted happily, "Oh my god, small crab roe wontons! Brother Xuan, you are my real brother!"
"Get out, don't mention the word "brother" to me," Yang Xuan sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and said while playing with it, "You are trying to find trouble for me."
"Don't talk, don't talk, hey, why did you bring back a copy? You don't want to eat?"
"I ate in the store."
"Oh," Feng Bo sat down, opened the takeaway box, and asked, "Your father took you there with great difficulty, and let you come back so easily?"
A new game started on the screen, and Yang Xuan manipulated the controller and let out a "huh".
"Hey, it's just this corner. I just practiced for a long time and couldn't do it." Feng Bo leaned over holding the lunch box, "How did you pass so smoothly?"
"Slow down a little bit," Yang Xuan stared at the screen as the car passed the curve smoothly, and said, "You have to control the angle of the handle well..."
"Obviously I've lived like this too!" Feng Bo was puzzled, "Hey, let's try changing places later."
"Yeah." Yang Xuan quickly ended the round, put the remote control aside, smoked a cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table, lit it with a lighter, and took a puff.
"Did you see your younger brother just now? How is it? Didn't you two have a good time when you were young?" Feng Bo asked after taking a sip of soup with his lunch box in his arms.
"What else can I do?" Yang Xuan leaned his head back on the sofa chair, exhaled and said, "Just like when I was a child, rush up and hug him and call him brother?"
"Your dad is really good, he's already at this age, and he's married again, so he can find a young one." Feng Bo is a real dude, and he has never said anything, "Your dad is still a city government The third in command."
Yang Xuan didn't mind what he said, but just said: "My dad is a scumbag. He married this. I don't know how many people are out there. I guess he just enjoys the feeling that the red flag at home is not down, and the colorful flags are fluttering outside." .”
Hearing what he said, Feng Bo laughed a few times and said, "Hey, that girl," he pointed to Tang Xiaonian, "is she your mother?"
"Her son is ten months younger than me. That is to say, when I was born, she was just pregnant. When my mother was pregnant, she hooked up with my dad. Anyway, this matter is—" Yang Xuan straight Standing up, he pulled the ashtray on the table, tapped the ash and said, "It's pretty fucked."